Take away love and our earth is a tomb

There's heaven above, and night by night I look right through its gorgeous roof

Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist

I will hold your hand but as long as all may, or so very little longer!

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do

The grand perhaps! We look on helplessly, there the old misgivings, crooked questions are

He who did most, shall bear most; the strongest shall stand the most weak

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, one to show a woman when he loves her